*Hi! It's me again! Peter! So I think I left off on the fact that my mom and dad got to get to know each other that day, kind of like a first date, but a LONG first date, I remember my first date with Michelle (MJ) but I'll get to that later. But then for those next three days, they went out on three more "dates" then my mom and dad got on a jet to go to Malibu!*

"Oh yeah," Steve mumbled, "We have to get on a jet and go into the air."

Steve was able to fit all the belongings he needed for the time he was going to spend with Tony in one rather large suitcase, but his blood ran cold when he saw the jet.

"You okay Rogers?" Tony asked, coming up behind Steve.

"I," Steve said, still staring wide-eyed at the jet.

"Nah, you're not, understandable, we can talk about it on the ride," Tony said, motioning for Steve to give his suitcase to one of Tony's workers and get on the jet.

As they were fastening their seatbelts Steve explained why he had stared at the plane that way, "You know how I said I went under on a plane right?"

"Yep."

"Well, ever since then I've been terrified of heights, and large bodies of water, and swimming," Steve explained.

*Hey! Sorry to interrupt but you guys get it right? My mom's terrified of waking up in a new reality again, he doesn't want to go through it again, losing everything he loves. Plus, at that time, he was also terrified of losing me*

"Understandable," Tony said just as the plane was starting to go up.

The ride was smooth, but Steve still was terrified, he had made the mistake of keeping the window shield open, and when the plane started to go up he started feeling sick to his stomach.

*To explain the sickness, part of it was me, sorry mom, and part of it was looking out the window and seeing how high they were.*

Steve's natural instinct when he was afraid was to grab ahold of the closest thing next to him, which, surprise surprise! Just his luck, that thing just so happened to be Tony's hand.

Tony, looking, and feeling, strangely flattered, held on to Steve's hand in turn, but he was already used to planes, so the entire thing didn't bother him.

After the plane got level Steve tried to let go of Tony's hand but Tony still held on. Steve's ears went pink and he noticed that the corners of Tony's lips curved up a bit.

"So, Cap," Tony said, facing Steve, he was delighted to see that he made the super-soldiers' ears go pink, "When do we find out if the kids a boy or a girl?"

"At birth?" Steve said, confused, was there another way you could find out a baby's gender?

"Oh yeah, you don't know a lot about modern tech, well, you had an ultrasound right?"

"Yeah?"

"Ultrasounds can also be used to determine a baby's gender, don't know when, though," Tony explained, "I'll just get some books about it."

Steve just nodded, "Hear that bub?" He told his still very flat stomach, but he saw his abs slowly fading, "I'll get to know if you're a boy or a girl sooner than I thought!"

Tony smiled at Steve's antics, still holding his hand. If you got past the whole super-soldier thing, the man was actually pretty adorable.

*They spent the rest of the ride in silence, save for a bit of small talk of course, but soon enough they arrived in Malibu, and more specifically, my dad's gigantinourmous mansion! (It's so pretty!)*

When Steve stepped off the plane (he nearly threw up when they were landing) he was absolutely amazed.

The mansion was absolutely beautiful, more beautiful than anything Steve had ever seen, it was also very, very big, and probably more expensive than anything he could afford in his entire life, he stood rooted to the spot when they got in.

"Wow, this place is," he muttered, his hands slightly swinging at his sides.

"Beautiful? Amazing? Glorious? Expensive? Ginormous?" Tony offered, trying to snap Steve out of his trance.

"Yeah," Steve said.

While Steve was still rooted to the spot Tony had Steve's stuff moved to his new room, and had everything unpacked.

Tony snapped Steve out of his trance, coming really close to trying to kiss him (even though he was about two inches too short) but fortunately (or unfortunately, your choice) Steve snapped out and followed Tony inside.

Tony breezed past most of the rooms, saying that, "You'll get to explore later come on Mister America," until he got to the most important room.

"Ta daaaaa!" Tony said with a flare only the Stark family had, "Your new room!"

Steve started dumbstruck at his new room, all he could think was, 'Well this is an upgrade to my old room.'

"Hope you like it," Tony said, "All of your stuff is already in your closet, but the rest of the things in the suitcase were left there and your suitcase is under your bed. Go in and get yourself settled and if you need me, I'll be right across the hall in my bathroom having a bath and drinking champagne."

Tony made a peace sign with his hands and walked out, going across the hall to presumably have a bath and drink champagne, leaving poor Steve left to get used to this whole thing.

"Well, bub," he told his stomach, "Guess like we're staying here for the next half year huh?"

He started to explore the room a bit, looking through the closets (which indeed had all the clothes he brought in them) he also noticed that there were extra things in there, a three-piece suit, some extra clothes, and silk pyjamas. 'So, that's why Stark asked me my clothes size,' he thought to himself, he also got his suitcase from under his bed and shuffled through it, finding his shield, and his drawing supplies tucked under it.

He brought out the shield and played with it a bit, feeling more "Captain America"-y, then he brought out his art things, which were luckily not damaged at all during the flight, every page was in the same condition it was before the flight, and not a single pencil, eraser, marker, or pen was out of place.

He decided to explore a bit more, going to the balcony, the bathroom, which was loaded with tons of sanitary things, and other places in his room, finally deciding to roam the house, if you could even call this ginormous place a house.

*You're probably wondering, well Peter? What's your dad REALLY doing? Well, he was doing what I said he was doing, taking a bath and drinking champagne.*

Tony sat in the very bubbly bathtub, sipping champagne from a glass, "So that's the guy my dad never shut up about," he mumbled under his breath. Honestly, he was pretty surprised, he expected Steve to be a lot more... patriotic? Manly? Rude? Stuck up? All of the above. But, the Steve he met was a lot more vulnerable, nicer, and thankfully wasn't ranting about America every five seconds.

Tony smiled, he'd known for a LONG time that he swung both ways, but he never thought he would've fallen for the Captain America, "I could get used to him, he's pretty sweet," he thought aloud.

"Hey JARVIS?" Tony asked (A/N: For clarification, apparently JARVIS was created sometime before 2008 (2006 in my timeline) but after 1991, so I decided 2001 was a lovely year for Tony to have JARVIS)

"Yes sir?" Jarvis asked.

"Can you buy all the books on pregnancy on the market? No duplicates."

"Of course sir."

"Mhmm," Tony mumbled, sinking lower into his bubble bath until only his head was popping out of the bubbles, that way he could sip his champagne

*Nothing interesting happened with my mom, he was just exploring the house, so let's have one of those, what are they called? Oh yeah! Time skips! Let' s have one of those, skipping to when my dad popped into my mom's room!*

"Hello, Mister America!" Tony yelled, bursting into Steve's room

There was no answer and Tony looked around clearly confused, "Jarvis? Where is he?"

"Apparently Mister Rogers is now outside on the balcony sir," Jarvis replied in his British accented voice, "He has now discovered the pool and is very intrigued by it."

Tony chuckled to himself, so it didn't take a lot to impress Steve? That was nice to know. He walked out of Steve's room and went to the balcony pool, were he found Steve staring at the pool, to Tony it seemed like he was studying it.

"Hey there Capsicle!" Tony said arms open wide, being the very dramatic Stark he is, "So, do you like the view!"

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Tony yelling, he hadn't expected for Tony to come looking for him, "Yeah, it's beautiful," he muttered.

"The water or the view?" Tony asked grinning.

"Both," Steve muttered, standing about two feet from the water's edge.

"I'm guessing you're gonna draw it later?" Tony asked, coming to stand beside Steve.

Steve was slightly shocked, he hadn't expected for Tony to actually remember what he told him about his hobbies and his art, well, Steve didn't really expect Tony to listen to him at all for that matter.

"Don't look so surprised," Tony scoffed, "You're the guy my dad loved to tell me about, I had to see just what was so 'awesome' about you."

"Howard told you about me?"

"Yep, all the time," Tony said, but quickly changed the subject, "So, you seem to like it out here, we could have dinner here, out on the balcony, seems cool."

Steve looked a bit startled, but Tony rambled on.

"I wonder, which chef should I hire? Sushi? Steak? Italian? Chinese?" Tony said, looking out to the view, then he turned to Steve, "What do you want?"

"I-" Steve started to say, but he didn't really know what he wanted, he was really absorbed in the fact that Tony probably hired a different chef every day.

"Italian, got it," Tony said, "Jarvis you hear that?"

"Yes sir," the A.I. replied

Steve perked up at the mention of Jarvis, Howard's old butler, but realized he should've been dead a long time ago.

"Jarvis?" Steve asked.

"Oh, just the A.I. I installed to help me out with everything," Tony said as if it was totally normal for everyone to have something like that inside your house, "Jarvis is actually an abbreviation for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, and of course Happy helps out too, he lives here you know? I think I gave him the month off since I promised him a vacation, he's still in New York."

Steve just listened to Tony ramble on, trying to soak in all the information he was told. A.I. system? Named Jarvis like Howard's old butler? Mr Hogan living here too? Steve looked at the pool again, and then looked at Tony, he was still afraid of water, but the pool looked gorgeous, calm, and comfortable, nothing like the icy waters he went under. Maybe if he could get Tony to go in with him.

"Whatcha thinking about big guy?" Tony asked, leaning on the railing of the balcony.

"What?"

"You have that look on your face, it's the thinking look, my dad had it all the time."

Steve looked a bit startled, this man noticed more than he thought, "I was thinking about the pool," he said.

"Oh, you wanna go in?"

Steve thought for an excuse to not go in the water, not wanting to admit he was a bit scared of it. "Er, I didn't bring a bathing suit."

Tony raised an eyebrow, "There are swimming trunks in your closet, I bought you three."

Steve racked his brain for another excuse, "Er," he muttered, barely audible.

"Aquaphobia again is it?" Tony asked.

Steve widened his eyes, "Uh, yeah."

"C'mon, I just took a bath but who cares, let's get changed I'll go in with you, it's a nice day out for February, not too cold not too hot, it's actually pretty strange, I guess it is the end of the month after all," Tony said, walking in, Steve following him like a lost puppy.

'How the hell did this guy figure out exactly what I was thinking?' Steve thought, following Tony inside the building then heading to his own room, 'Does my face really show that much?'

When he got into his room he searched through his closet and found the three bathing suits Tony was talking about. One was just a plain dark blue, the other a plain dark-grey, and the last one...

"Damn you Stark," Steve mumbled under his breath, holding the swimming trunks up, "Red white and blue."

Steve decided to go with the blain dark blue one because no way in hell was he going to wear star-spangled swimming clothes out in the open.

............

Tony quickly changed into his bright red swimming trunks.

"Do you think he'll wear the star-spangled pants, Jarvis?" Tony asked the A.I.

"No I don't believe so sir," Jarvis replied cooly

Tony pouted a bit, "Is the chef coming soon?"

"She's landing on the property, she should be cooking soon I've already explained the situation to her, sir."

"Awesome," Tony said grinning, chose out a fluffy towel, and went out to the pool where Steve already stood about a foot and a half from the edge of the water peering in sceptically as if the water were to swallow him.

Tony looked at Steve, totally not checking him out, but Tony was slightly jealous of Steve's ripped body, and those abs! And that ass! Now that was America's ass.

"Are you checking me out Stark?" Steve asked, looking straight at Tony.

"Am I?" Tony asked, not giving a straight answer, he strutted to where Steve stood, dropping his towel on a pool chair as he did, he noticed Steve's blue towel a few chairs across but didn't pay attention to it.

Steve just sighed and stared at the water.

Tony noticed a bit of fear in his eyes. "How about I walk you in?" he offered, holding his hand out.

"I'm not a child Stark."

"Yes, but your mindset is like a scared child, c'mon! Nobody's gonna judge you, there's literally no one here to judge!"

Steve just gave Tony a look.

"Okay fine, I would probably judge, but hey! I get it! You were under the ice for sixty years, but everyone's gotta face their fears right?"

Steve sighed and took Tony's outstretched hand in his own, that action alone felt like making a very bad deal with a voodoo doctor.

Tony stepped in the water first, walking on the underwater steps, he stepped down two more steps, and another one, forcing Steve to get in the water as well.

Of course, Steve was hesitant but then he thought of another idea to get out of this, 'I could say I'm expecting so I shouldn't swim,' but his inner self chastised with him, 'No, you're going to face your fears, that's what being Captain America is all about,' he followed Tony in step by step, going down each step.

Tony smiled, still holding onto Steve's hand, leading him slowly into the water until it was slightly above his knees, and around Tony's thighs, "See? Nothing to be worried about!"

Steve just glared at Tony, his inner self shaking, 'This is exactly like going in the ice again!' his body told him, 'You're going to drown!' his body told him, 'It's going to cover you again! You won't be able to breathe!' his body told him, 'You're going to lose the baby if you drown!' his body told him.

At that last thought, Steve suddenly stopped, the water already a little bit above his belly-button, 'If I drown, the baby will die,' he thought, terrified of the outcome.

Tony wrinkled his eyebrows, slightly confused, he had stopped when Steve abruptly stopped, his hand still clasped around Steve's, had felt the sudden jerk when he stopped. Tony looked to Steve's face, where fear was clearly displayed, Tony noticed the Captain's eyes were staring at nothing as if a movie was playing in front of him but he was the only one who could see it. Tony knew he was probably seeing what he saw right before the ice took him, over, and over, and over again.

"Steve," Tony said softly, "Look."

Steve looked up and Tony took his other hand, "You're fine, the water's warm, you aren't in the ice, the baby's fine, I'm here and I won't let you drown alright?" he said, his soft and warm less-sarcastic side coming through.

Steve slowly nodded holding onto Tony's hands for dear life and Tony guided him through the water again, only letting it go up to around his armpits before he stopped.

"See? Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Tony said grinning, half-walking half-swimming to the edge of the pool, still holding onto Steve's hands, letting go of only one of them.

Steve felt a bit more comfortable in the water, but was still half-scared he mustered up a glare for Tony's before clinging the edge of the pool, testing if he could easily get out if he wanted to.

"It was still terrifying," Steve muttered, sitting on the extra rim close to Tony. (what are those things called? Seats? I don't know, they're those little things on the edge of the pool that you can sit on) 

Tony grinned and closed the distance between their legs, scooching over so that their thighs were touching and their hands lay in the middle of them.

Steve blushed, his ears turning red as he felt Tony's thighs touch his.

"So? Wanna talk about anything in particular?" Tony asked, "Past lovers? First kiss? First time? Traumatising pasts?" he suggested sarcastically, and not to mention dramatically.

Steve sent Tony a "What the actual hell?" look before Tony laughed, "I was just kidding old fella! But I mean, they're fun little conversation starters!"

Steve rolled his eyes, "Only if you go first."

Tony just smirked, "This'll be fun! So past lovers, multiple, nothing important. First kiss? I don't remember, had to be in early high school or something, first time? Don't remember, maybe late high school, I was probably seventeen or something. My traumatising past? My dad didn't pay attention to me, I mean he gave me goodies and stuff, I bet he loved me, but he was always so obsessed with his work and stuff, mom loved me though. But my parents died in a car crash when I was eighteen almost nineteen. I inherited the house, the money, the business, everything, what about you?" he asked, turning his head to face Steve, their thighs still touching, as Steve was painfully aware of. In the middle of talking, Tony had tried to goad Steve into a game of footsies, but Steve was a mature adult so he didn't give in.

Steve blushed, "I only have two past lovers, Bucky and Peggy," Tony looked surprised at this and grinned, he was only Steve's third lover, sweet! Steve just glared at him, "My first kiss was Bucky, we were probably twelve or something. My first time was Bucky, I don't know, we were in our late teens, being reckless teens for that matter. As for my traumatizing past, you know about the ice incident, being injected with the serum in the first place was painful too, I was bullied a lot, picked fights with the bullies in back alleyways, Bucky would always drag me out of them, and before that, I had an abusive dad who abused my mom and I a lot, and then he died, and then my mom died, and I think that's it," Steve looked at Tony, and was surprised he was still listening, "Any other questions?"

Tony just grinned again, "I'm Captain America's third lover!," he singsonged loudly, "Third time's a charm right?" 

Steve blushed, if he had something to throw he would, but he opted to let go of Tony's hand and just splash water at him, Tony laughed, "Oh so you wanna play that game huh?"

Tony splashed the still-warm water onto Steve, and it turned a full out splashing war, they got further away from each other, but somehow got closer and closer, until they were trying to splash each other from two inches away. Tony laid his hand on Steve's thing and pulled him closer, Steve doing the same to Tony. Their faces were both smiling, and they got closer, their faces just inches apart, both boys closed their eyes, leaning in...

Unfortunately, Jarvis saw this coming and just had to ruin the moment, "Mister Stark? Dinner's ready."

*HIIIIII GUUUUUUUUUUYYYSSS! Its Peter again! I'm sorry they didn't kiss, I thought it would've been cute too, it's their fifth date after all! But unfortunately, my mom and dad told me this is what happened, and when they told me papa was clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground so... I hope that lightened your mood!*

Tony cursed under his breath, "Couldn't just wait for another minute Jarvis?" he mumbled before getting out of the pool and getting his towel.

Steve was also slightly disappointed, but he was just a bit more embarrassed, 'Stupid hormones,' he thought, following Tony example and going to wrap his towel around himself, covering his head as well so he looked like some Christian nun.

Tony strutted (or tried to strut, it was more like a waddle with his towel around his waist) over to Steve, "So? Wanna eat then go take a shower and change? Or take a shower, change, then eat?"

"Er-" Steve mumbled, still cocooned up in his towel.

"Option two great choice!" Tony said, and quickly dove in to kiss Steve's cheek because come on! He had to get SOME action here! "Meet me back here, and wear something dressy casual!" he yelled from over his back, already walking off inside.

Steve, still stunned that Tony had kissed him, waddled off and went to his room where he took a shower with the lovely bath things in the bathroom (which was ginormous might he add, the bathtub and shower were both gorgeous and very large). Then he wrapped a towel around his waist and tried to figure out what to wear.

"What the hell is dressy casual?" he mumbled under his breath, looking through his closet.

"Might I suggest something, Mister Rogers?" Jarvis asked.

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin at Jarvis' inanimate voice, 'How the holy shit does Tony deal with that?' he thought, "Er, yes please?" were the words that came out of his mouth though.

"Trousers, khakis, nice looking jeans, a collared polo shirt, and a belt for an accessory if you'd like Mister Rogers."

"Uh, thank you?" Steve said, picking out the clothes, but he wasn't sure where to look to say thank you, so he sorta turned is head around everywhere, hoping he wasn't being rude.

"You're welcome, sir."

...............

"Why'd have to do that Jarvis?" Tony groaned, pulling his shirt on.

"Because dinner was ready sir," Jarvis said, but Tony knew that if Jarvis could laugh he'd be doing it right now.

"Yeah! But we were gonna kiss!" Tony pouted like a five-year-old.

"You kiss people all the time," Jarvis pointed out.

Tony just glared at the wall, "Yeah, but those don't count! They were more like one-night stands!"

"They were one night stands sir."

Tony just pouted again, he couldn't believe he was actually starting to like Captain America, "Do you think I have a crush Jarvis?" he asked, putting on his belt.

"Do you sir?" 

"That's why I'm asking you!" 

Jarvis apparently thought for a moment, giving Tony a chance to fix up his hair.

"Do you love him?"

It was now Tony's turn to think, did he really love Steve? He got that weird butterfly feeling in his stomach when he was around, he couldn't stop staring at those baby blue eyes, and although he was pretty good at hiding it, he blushed a bit whenever Rogers smiled at him...

"Maybe," Tony mumbled, "But he doesn't even like me back! I just want dinner!"

Tony made sure he looked good in his full-length mirror, checking to see if there were any smudges on his clothes, or any hairs poking out, he then walked out of his room and to the balcony.

Thankfully, Tony installed Jarvis so the A.I. could really think, 'I, what do the younglings call it? I ship them,' The A.I. thought.

*Don't worry Mister Jarvis! I ship them too! They're my parents anyway! But let's go to when my parent's were having their dinner! It was a romantic candlelight dinner! (I did that with MJ too... maybe I do have my dad's flair sometimes.)*

..................

When Steve got to where they were going to eat diner, he was still extremely surprised to find how Tony cleaned up so nicely.

Tony was grinning his signature grin, he had on nice dark trousers, perfectly pressed, a nice collared dress shirt that had the first three buttons undone, his belt was a perfect black with a silver buckle, matching his outfit perfectly, and his hair was perfectly gelled, he had on his signature sunglasses, even though it was already dark outside.

Steve felt very strange to be next to Tony in his khakis and white dress shirt that had all the button done up but the top, like he was underdressed. 'How does this man manage to make everything look good?' he thought.

"Cap," Tony greeted.

"Stark," Steve muttered, nodding his head in Tony's direction.

Tony dragged out the chair for Steve to sit it, to which Steve bushed and sat down, Tony quickly went to the other side of the table and sat down.

"Do you like the setup?" Tony asked, taking off his sunglasses.

Steve's ears went red and he looked around, the table itself was beautiful, rose petals everywhere on the white tablecloth and a beautiful antique-looking candelabra in the centre of the table. 'I'll have to draw this later,' he thought looking amazed by everything, he looked out to the beautiful view and was met with Malibu California's amazing beaches.

"Yeah, you like it," Tony said smiling, studying Steve's face, Tony clapped his hands and the first course came out.

Steve rolled his eyes at Tony's antics, but Steve had to admit, it reminded him a lot of Howard's movements and habits.

They had a lovely meal, talking about something every once in a while, the courses were being carried out, Steve studied the flames to draw later. It was very romantic, but it still felt strange, well, it felt strange to Steve at least, this was the father of his child, er, one of the fathers of his child, and he had welcomed Steve with open arms. Back in his day, this would've been scandalous, everything about it, the fact that they were two men, the fact that they had a child out of wedlock, the fact that Steve moved in with Tony just after four dates, this technically being their fifth, the fact that his child technically had two fathers, everything. But despite all of this, he still felt happy, he didn't feel ashamed or horrified, or anything, he felt happy, a lot like he did with Peggy and Bucky...

"So, about the baby," Tony said, flinging his fork around.

Steve snapped out of his thoughts, "Uh, yeah?"

"You're probably gonna have to see an OB/GYN soon," Tony said, thinking about all of his friends' and acquaintances' pregnancies, "Do you want me to do it or Eyepatch man?"

"Er, maybe all of us should talk about it?" Steve said, "Fury's wife is pregnant too."

Tony looked surprised, "He has a wife?"

Steve just glared at Tony, "Yeah, he does, she's 16 weeks, or four months, along."

"So, the baby's going to be born around July?"

Steve looked surprised, how did he figure that out so fast? "Yeah, early July."

Tony looked fondly at Steve's stomach, "The kid's gonna have a friend," he remarked.

Steve looked down at his stomach too, he hadn't thought about that, "Hear that bub? You'll have someone to play with," he whispered.

Tony smiled softly, barely enough so that only Steve noticed, "All the pregnancy books should be coming tomorrow, so we'll find out everything then. Why do you call the kid bub?" he asked just as dessert was being served.

Steve looked up quickly, he hasn't realized he's been calling his baby bub until Tony pointed it out, "It sorta just fell out of my mouth, my ma called me that when I was a baby too," He said shrugging.

Tony tilted his head to the side a bit, "That's cute."

They ate their dessert in soft silence, not the heavy type that feels like buttercream frosting in your ears, but he light type, if you were quiet enough, you would swear that you could hear the waves crash against the beach, which Steve did swear he did.

When they finished dessert, Tony felt like being a gentleman and "escorted" Steve to his room, Steve just chuckled lightly and went along with it.

"Well then, that was nice wasn't it," Tony said, leaning on Steve's doorframe.

"Yeah, it was," Steve mumbled, looking down into Tony's dark eyes.

Even though Steve was about one and a half inches taller than Tony, he felt like the smaller person then, Tony leaned up and Steve leaned down, their faces were centimetres apart until...

"Sir? Would you like for me to tell Mr Hogan that he has a paid leave off for the next four months?" Jarvis asked.

Tony growled a predatory growl, "Sure Jarvis," he said through gritted teeth, backing away from Steve's face ever so slightly so that he could talk, "Tell him whatever you want."

"Of course sir, have a great night!" Jarvis said cheerfully.

Tony, completely done with all of the distraction, grabbed the front of Steve's shirt and jerked him down, kissing him passionately on the lips.

At first, Steve didn't register the fact that he was being kissed, he just stood there, half-way terrified, but after a second he started to kiss Tony back, softly at first, but then they both started to get more aggressive, stumbling through the room and towards the bed.

"Wait, no," Steve muttered, softly breaking the kiss.

"Huh?" Tony mumbled, still up in his high.

"Can't hurt the baby," Steve muttered, still following Tony's guide towards the bed.

"We don't have to do anything, I'm just sleeping with you," Tony replied, already taking off his shirt and softly kissing Steve again.

Steve smiled, somehow he just knew that Tony wouldn't do anything, and they both fell down on the bed into a soft sleep, curled up in each other arms... for a little while...